The rampancy of my thoughts

I stop to collect

The message in a bottle

Sent to the sea of your soul, its depths

The latency of it is not

Because I don’t see your beauty yet

The flow of your waves in passion

I follow them in steps

The map to a heart is not so simple

Constantly we correct

And reject

Deliberating the effect

Rain on the ocean only sums to the motion

The ebb going out only comes back to flow in

Spirits rise as the soul returns

From the land it grabs unfirm

In itself it cannot learn of the messages it may yearn for

So, it reaches out into the distance

My glass bones crack as I sink to the ocean floor

Deep into the blue and out of existence

So vast, the lambda of moonlight does not reach this far

Without it my message becomes obscured and mars

The ink melting off my sinking heart

I call your name into the dark

As I wonder where you are

I don’t want to wake on the morning shore no more without you here

I run back into your shallows and yell hoping that you’ll hear

I swim back out to the horizon where the sun will disappear

Inside you again, I hold every bit of you to me near

No fear, I am ready to follow you there

My dear, someday I swear

I’ll be moving on

Carry me back to the shore till the feelings gone

And one day I won’t sleep, in dreams of drowning song

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.